Colten, my best friend, the man I have depended on again and again for the last three years, is grunting next to my ear as he feeds his hard dick into me, forcing my body to accommodate him in every way.
It’s too much. It’s everything. It’s suddenly hitting me that this is a line we haven’t crossed yet, but one that will never be uncrossed.
We’ve been friends and roommates for years. We’ve learned how to exist around each other, patiently figuring out how to fit into each other’s lives until it became second nature.
Until my life didn't feel right without him beside me.
But this is different, bigger. Too much and not enough all at once. My thoughts won’t settle, and my chest is too tight, like I can’t quite contain everything I’m feeling.
And somehow, underneath all that chaos, there’s a quiet certainty, like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I’ve already given him everything else, just as he has for me, so of course I’d give him this, too.
His hips push and pull in small thrusts, carving his spot into my body just like he has my life. I welcome him in, arching my back more, wanting him as deep as possible.
His grip slips on my arms as he fucks me, and I use the chance to press my arms against the bed and push my ass up more, to rock back into his movements, to meet him where he is.
This is just another way we can be a part of each other’s lives, and I desperately want it.
“Fuck, Patrick, you’re so…” Colten trails off, panting as he continues to work his way into me. I can’t even ask him what I’m so much of, because his hips finally hit mine, his length settling deep inside me.
I’m shaking, overwhelmed in the best of ways, hard and flushed against the pillow under me, but all I can think about is Colten’s swollen dick inside of me, spreading me open.
Colten’s body drapes over mine as he catches his breath, heavy and comfortable. I can feel his ribcage expand against my back, matching my breathing to his own. A sense of contentment I’ve never felt before washes over me, letting me slip further into the warmth of his embrace.
“Still there?” Colten asks, one of his hands petting my side, gentle and warm.
“Mmmn,” I reply, turning my head back so I can look at him. It’s not a great angle for my neck, but it is for my eyes.
Colten is flushed, a hazy look in his eyes as he glows bright, his lips curled up into one of his rare, warm smiles. He looks so happy, so carefree, that my breath catches.
I’ve always known he is handsome, but right now, with that flushed, glowing look, he looks…beautiful.
I don’t think I’ve ever thought that about anyone before. Pretty, maybe, but not as breathtakingly beautiful as Colten is right now.
“Kiss me?” I ask, and his smile widens before he leans forward to reach my lips.
It’s messy, awkward, and because of our height difference, he ends up slipping out of his hard-won spot inside of me, but it’s worth it.
I feel like the glow is inside of me now, my body filled with so much warmth that I’m bursting with it. It makes me want to laugh, to tell Colten he’s beautiful, to try wrestling with him again and then riding his dick myself.
Anything, everything, as long as it’s with Colten, I want it all.
Our kiss deepens, the heat and desperation building back up as Colten drags his wet dick over my lower back.
Soon enough, it’s not enough, the heat building in my belly demanding more, my hole clenching and unclenching in its emptiness.
“Colten, Colten, please,” I beg, our lips barely even touching anymore with how much we’re moving.
Colten doesn’t tease; instead, he pulls himself back and lines up with my needy hole before pressing in.
I’m stretched, but it still takes some time to work his way back in, making me groan. Thank goodness for the lube. Thank goodness for Colten’s gay smarts.
Needing more, I keep pressing my hips back against his, wanting him deeper, back inside of me, connected with me where he belongs. Colten’s arms hold my shoulders, using them for leverage to work deeper into me.
He’s no longer going slow. Instead, his hips thrust forward hard, burying himself as deep as he can with each thrust.
The moment his dick pushes against that spot, my prostate, I almost cum on the spot, groaning the whole time. Colten doesn't waste time, making sure each thrust pushes against that spot, again and again and again, the slide getting even slicker, wetter, and faster.
